Dirty Fork

Happy Easter........the cherry blossoms are perfect now

And I had a yen to write about the painter malevich too

He started " Minimalism ".I just need to be reminded sometimes.....I actually am aware of those things at google.I hate to admit that I let go of acumen sometimes for no good reason other than an easy assumption that I'm too vampire crazy, lazy or both.I rarely have any reason to make a simple change which would make people more comfortable.I can change all that but still its is kind of evil of meI've decided to have a reason though and its gratifying that someone caught me in the act and corrected me.I was up most all last night and went out to dance a la lots of room and wearing some probably terrible funky clothes.It was so so sweet and I felt like I want to spend the next two seasons dancing.I would think you know I have a stinky attitude because rambling on wasn't permitted in my family or school for that matter.Its not like I wasn't raised to contain myself naturally and handle all with natural correctness and flexibility.I danced tonight and I can't share it with anyone around me.....they don't understand that kind of magic but they understand different ones.Please understand I do not mean this as self congratulatory......but I danced really well and I'll take tonight anytime to demonstrate where I'm at dancing.It was sooo ffffin fun.......the dj fucked with the deck and kinda had my rhythmic movements become part of his rhythmical performance.I love dancing my ass off too much.

Peeking through the veil....

The times I spend alone when I get up at 5 am are notably conducive towards balance .Certainly the silence of the pre dawn is a deafening roar only to some.I always thought it was the best time for any yogic practice etc.The best way to say it is that the veil is thin.The veil between me being here separate from the other creates an illusion of their presence.I think of someone and I feel as though at this time of day my feelings about them are authentic and unclouded.I use this time to take some time to enjoy this strange solitude.

The sacred night

By some mysterious hand my fingers and brain have played a duet with the cacophonous clank of the sunday breeze in my mind;And,therefore I have witnessed myself write another song I am very happy to share.Sometimes it feels like songs write themselves.It's a much better way to say what I'm experiencing.So I'm go-in to do that but I have not felt this effusive and galloping in the channels where thought and emotion commingle.I long for the song to convey the essence of myself............